ALBUM: OUT OF THE WOODS
Nuclear Debbie dip dops into the coffee shop
sending out a vib- like she’s in a good mood and
she’s got something to do.
She walks right by and makes our Geiger Counter beep
and with her arms full of books—I think she’s sort of singing
Let’s sneer at Debbie.
She pours a glass of water and gets a special cup of tea
Like ever thing about her.
We try not to stare. We don’t want to be so mean
She might be really nice—but that’s not the way it seems.
That’s not the way it seems.
We sit and talk about the weather and the news.
Debbie takes a table in the back and sings of rain and blues
Sings of rain and blues.
sit and watch the rain
such a rainy day
as we sit and watch the rain
such a rainy day
Don’t look at Debbie—she’s covering up a yawn.
What she’s reading must be boring,
because she’s humming with the song.
She’s an easy trick for our thoughts screwing with her.
If she weren’t so alone, it’d be easier to forgive her.
She can’t just turn her back pretending
that we’re not here, as we sit there with our papers,
our books and our friends—
as we sit there with our friends
Can you believe that Debbie? She’s up and singing with the music.
She seems to believe that if you feel it you should do it
Well, we try not to stare but we wonder what she’s thinking.
Did she put something into whatever she is drinking?
If she weren’t such a force, it’d be easier to dismiss her,
and when she’s not around, I wonder if we’ll miss her
as we sit there with our friends—just sitting with our friends.
Debbie’s dancing in the rain and we sit and complain.
She’s spinning round and round, while the rain’s coming down.
She’s out dancing in the rain as we sit and complain—
just dancing in the rain.